Writing. Love it! The whole process – thinking of an idea &/or having an idea just come to me, writing, re-writing, tweaking.

It makes me sad to see the trees dropping their leaves, standing there, bare. They look cold that way. They deserve their rest after the hot, dry summer, though.

My housecats caught a mouse. I noticed Trogdor (my son named him…) with the mouse because Trogdor was growling … like he does when we give him a tablescrap. I paused for just a moment to make sure the mouse was dead and not going to skitter about the house. I then grabbed grocery bags and doubled them up, reached down and scooped up the mouse, put it in the trash, devastated Trogdor, carried the trash outside, all while not missing a beat in the phone conversation I was having. Had it been a spider … I would have wet my pants.

I LOVE THANKSGIVING AND WILL NOT DECORATE FOR CHRISTMAS UNTIL AFTER THANKSGIVING.